The Distant Garden
The memo was stapled to a manila folder, the paper thin and yellowed, smelling of stale coffee and floor wax. I read it three times, my finger tracing the ink where it had bled into the fiber. The directive was clear: the supply of Remedy pills for Patient 402 was to be ceased immediately due to donor fatigue. It was a bureaucratic sentence, cold and precise, stripping away the years of nightly...
0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 22 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen